Page 11 of Wicked Desire (Sapphic Billionaire Club #2)

Nicole

“ Y ou want to take a walk on the beach?” I repeated Grace’s words like I’d misheard them. “To watch the sunset?”

The idea was appealing, but it also sounded like something you did with a girlfriend, not your enemies with benefits hookup. And for someone like Grace, it sounded surprisingly sentimental. It wasn’t like her at all.

Grace shrugged, looking a little bit uncomfortable.

“Sure, it’ll be nice,” I answered quickly. “We haven’t been down to the beach since we got here.”

Probably because we’d been too busy having sex. And eating. Those two activities accounted for about eighty percent of the time we’d been here. Not that I was complaining. Having a private chef was something I never knew I needed.

And sex with Grace was a revelation. I had no idea it could be that good. No woman or man I’d slept with had learned my body so fast or given me orgasms so strong that I worried about blacking out. Over and over again.

Between the sex we talked. I figured we’d talk about work, but somehow we hadn’t discussed the Grant Park College project since we got off the plane. I was surprised to realize how much I liked hanging out with Grace, and how much we had in common.

And bonus – we hadn’t had one argument the entire time we’d been here. In the entirety of our relationship, we’d never spent more than an hour in each other’s presence without fighting.

“Okay sure, a walk on the beach sounds nice.”

We headed out of the back of the house, passing through the security gate and down the stairs to the shore.

The tide was out, leaving a long expanse of beach dotted with the occasional piece of driftwood.

It was warm here, but not oppressively hot like it was in Chicago.

We headed south, walking side by side. When Grace took my hand, I didn’t complain.

Instead I stepped closer and wrapped my fingers around hers.

This was nice. The beach was nearly empty, much to my surprise, and we only saw two other people as we walked.

The sky was turning darker as we made our way back to the house.

We sat on a log near the stairs to the house, our bodies close as we watched the sun slowly make its final descent until it seemed to disappear into the ocean.

“It’s beautiful,” I sighed.

“It sure is,” Grace said softly, but when I glanced over she wasn’t looking at the sunset. She was looking at me. Something warm and hopeful unfurled in my chest.

Her hand lifted to cup my cheek and we both shifted as Grace pressed her lips against mine.

I squeezed the soft skin of her thigh, feeling her muscles twitch beneath my palm, noting how smooth her skin felt.

When Grace licked along the seam of my mouth, requesting entrance, I sighed and let her in. Then the kiss turned hot.

I wondered idly if it would always be like this with us, hot and wild. Then I remembered that we’d agreed to this weekend, nothing more. I had a feeling we’d be revising that agreement before we got back to Chicago though.

We made out until we were breathless, then Grace pulled away.

“As much as I’d love to continue this right where we are, I know from past experience that there are certain places on your body where you definitely don’t want to have sand.”

She stood up and held out her hand. “How about we finish this upstairs?”

We walked hand in hand up the stairs and into the house, the air between us feeling almost electric. Without a word, Grace led me into the bedroom, dropping my hand so we could remove our clothes. Once we were both naked, we flew together again, our kisses turning hot and urgent.

Grace walked me backwards until we reached the bed, then down we went onto the mattress, Grace on top. She went right for my breasts, cupping one in her hand and pulling the other one into her mouth. I cried out as she drew on my breast while teasing the nipple of the other with her fingers.

“Oh my God, why does that feel so good?” I asked, almost to myself.

But Grace heard me.

“Because we’re good together.”

She slid up my body, sliding her thigh between my legs and propping herself up on her elbows. Slowly she started moving her thigh between my legs while watching me carefully. The motion put pressure on my clitoris, ramping up the pleasure.

I’d always been a person who took a long time to come, probably because it was hard for me to turn off my brain, but with Grace I didn’t have that problem. She could get me off in less than five minutes if the conditions were right. And the conditions were right.

“Remember how we talked about what we’d do if this weekend wasn’t enough to scratch our itch?” she asked, watching me carefully.

I nodded. “Yeah.”

Thank God she brought it up first.

“It’s not enough. I want to do this some more once we’re back in Chicago.”

I felt simultaneously elated and freaked out.

“Tell me we can see each other when we get home,” she ordered. “We should keep it a secret though.”

That comment hurt my feelings a little.

“You want to extend our enemies with benefits arrangement?” I asked.

The grinding stopped as she searched my eyes. “It feels more like friends with benefits.”

I nodded. “That sounds good, but won’t your friends find out?”

“Eventually. They’ll be fine with it, they’re just nosy as shit.”

Her thigh started moving again and I groaned.

“I just want to keep you for myself, at least for a little while.”

I reached up and pinched her nipple.

“Can we figure this out later?” I asked. “I really need to come. Now.”

Grace’s chuckle was dark. “Such a needy little slut for me, aren’t you?”

If anyone else had said those words to me, even in teasing, I would have been furious. But I liked Grace’s dirty talk.

“I’ll show you needy,” I said.

I bent my knees, braced my feet on the bed, and flipped us over to our side.

My hand went right between her legs, cupping her mound briefly before I slid my fingers inside her wet slit. Grace chuckled, then lifted my top leg to rest it on her hip, opening my legs so she could do some exploring of her own.

Then she bent her head forward and kissed me deeply, her tongue mimicking the action of her fingers in my pussy. My own hand faltered.

“It’s hard to do this in sync,” I gasped as we pulled apart to take a breath.

“Don’t think. Just feel,” she reminded me.

Our lips met again and when Grace pushed me onto my back, I gave up on trying to reciprocate for now.

“I love your breasts,” she whispered before she caught my nipple between her teeth again and gave it a tug that made me cry out. There was a quick flash of pain, quickly followed by a zing of pleasure.

She did it again and again until my nipple was a stiff peak, then she moved to the other one. I slid my fingers into Grace’s hair, holding her where I wanted, and when her hand slid down my belly and between my legs, my entire body jolted.

Grace circled her thumb around my clitoris, never letting go of my breast, and when she caught my clit between her fingers and squeezed it at the same time that she bit down on my nipple, everything inside me lit up at once.

I cried out her name as I started shaking with the force of my orgasm.

Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through my body as she continued teasing my breasts and clit simultaneously.

My mind was completely empty, only able to focus on the sensation of the strongest orgasm of my entire life taking over my body.

Through it all, Grace continued to move against me, instinctively knowing how to prolong the pleasure.

When my orgasm had run its course, I sagged against the bed with a deep sigh.

Grace moved up the bed, pulling me into her arms, and I rested my head against her chest, my cheek on the swell of her bare breast.

“I can’t believe how good it is with us,” I whispered, almost to myself.

“Think how good it’ll be once we have more practice,” she said teasingly.

“As soon as I can move again, I want to do something I haven’t done yet, but I’ve been fantasizing about for a while now,” I told her.

“What?”

“Eat you out.”

I felt a little tremor moving through her body.

“Well hurry up and recover,” she finally said. “I want to see what you can do.”

As my brain re-engaged I felt a rush of conflicting emotions. This was good, too good, and I knew it was because my emotions were involved. I was feeling something for Grace, something more than passion, more than lust. Something that felt a lot like love.

And that would be a huge mistake. This thing had a time limit, and I was only going to get hurt if I lost sight of that. But as I moved between her legs and tasted the sweetness of her arousal, I couldn’t find it in me to care.